"In martial arts, I think that we can dominate the country this year!"
Mitsui Shou's face was full of smiles. Facing the strong Shinomiya Tano, Takeishi Junior High School was still able to gain an advantage, which was enough to show the strength of their team. Mitsui Shou was very satisfied with the strength of his team and Wudao's performance today. He could feel that he was one step closer to his dream.
"Dominate the country! Isn't it too early to say that now?"
"The first game hasn't even ended yet, and I have a feeling that this guy won't just shut down like this."
"The opponent's strength has not been fully demonstrated yet. I have a deep memory of the slam dunk at the beginning of the game. He hasn't slam dunked since the beginning of the game. I always feel that he has not yet exerted his full strength."
Although there was a faint smile on Jinguji Takeshi's face, he was not blindly proud. Now he would no longer look down on anyone.
"You think too much. It's not that easy to dunk in real life. The fact that we couldn't do it just shows that our defense was pretty good."
"Keep it up, victory will be ours sooner or later."
Mitsui Shou looked relaxed, patted Wudao's shoulder, and then crossed the three-point line and entered the defensive position. Wudao did not reply, shook his head lightly, stood outside the three-point line, and waited for the opponent to attack.
The players of Takeishi Junior High School returned to their own half one after another and took their positions. Just as they were waiting for the First Affiliated Middle School of the University of Tokyo to launch an attack, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded from the side of the court.
"Donghae University Affiliated No. 1 Middle School, requesting a suspension!"
As the whistle sounded, the referee's voice came. On the side of the court, the coach of Dongda Affiliated No. 1 Middle School was waving at his players and shouting loudly: "Hurry up! Come over here quickly!"
The time for a timeout is limited. The moment the referee announces a timeout, the clock starts counting. The sooner the players return to the dugout, the more time the coach has to arrange tactics.
Although the coach of the No.1 Affiliated High School of the University of International Business and Economics was in a hurry, several players of the school seemed a little lazy. Except for Shigong Tianye who ran back to the rest area early, the other players all walked towards the rest area slowly.
The coach of the No. 1 Middle School affiliated to the University of Tokyo frowned as he looked at them in a lazy manner. Sigong Tianye, who had already returned to the rest area, was also looking at his teammates with a frown. The word "dissatisfaction" was already written on Sigong Tianye's face.
"Hurry up, everyone!" The coach of the No. 1 Middle School affiliated to the University of International Business and Economics could no longer suppress his anger and started yelling.
The game was not going well to begin with, and now the players were acting lazy. How could such a state not make him, the coach, angry
While the students at Tokyo University Affiliated No. 1 Middle School were still gathering, the students at Takeishi Middle School had already finished their assembly. Anzai Masayoshi was squatting on the ground with a tactical board in his hand. Several starting players surrounded him, all with their heads down, listening to Anzai Masayoshi's defensive arrangements.
On the offensive end, Takeishi Junior High School does not need to make any changes, but on the defensive end, Anzai Masayoshi intends to strengthen the defense in the interior and strengthen the control of rebounds. Although not long ago, Shigong Tianye broke into the interior and successfully scored four points. But Anzai Masayoshi still saw that Shigong Tianye's hit rate was decreasing.
At this time, the ownership of the rebound can often play a decisive role. Every defensive rebound is worth 4 points!
While Anxi Zhengyi was adjusting his team's defense, a small conflict broke out at the Dongda Affiliated No. 1 Middle School, which had just assembled.
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"What are you doing dithering? Do you still want to win the game?!"
The players of Dongda Affiliated No. 1 Middle School were a little slow to gather. When the players came back, the coach couldn't hold back his anger and shouted. The players seemed to know that they were in the wrong, so they didn't say anything and lowered their heads silently.
The coach of the University of Tokyo did not say much about this matter and directly arranged the defensive tactics.
"On offense, we don't need to make any changes. Just give the ball to Shimono and let him handle it."
“But on the defensive end, it is not enough to rely on Tian Ye alone. Everyone must join in the defense.”
"Man-to-man defense has no way to counter their pick-and-roll tactics. All the players have to work together."
"Only in this way..."
The coach of Dongda was arranging tactics when a player of Dongda suddenly interrupted and said:
"Cooperation? What kind of cooperation?"
"Just like on offense, just let Shinomiya-san do it alone!"
"We are not needed on offense, nor on defense. After all, he is Shigong Tianye. A super ace should act like a super ace, right?"
The player who interrupted attracted almost everyone's attention. His sarcastic words fell into everyone's ears. As long as they were not stupid, they could hear the sarcasm.
Shigong Tianye was listening carefully to the coach's arrangement. When he heard this, his face froze. He raised his head slightly, stared at the other party with eyes as sharp as a tiger, and asked in a low voice: "What did you say?!"
Although the other party was a little frightened by Shigong Tianye's eyes, he still stiffened his neck and said: "Am I wrong? Isn't having you enough?"
"It's okay if you didn't pass the ball at the beginning of the offense. I admit your ability and you have no problem playing one-on-one. But what about after that? You lost so many balls but still didn't pass? All of us are watching?"
"Since you can fight alone, then fight alone."
After hearing these words, the coach of the First Middle School affiliated to the University of Tokyo raised his eyebrows and thought to himself that something was wrong. Just as he was about to interrupt the conversation between the two, he heard Shigong Tianye say, "It seems that you are full of confidence in your ability."
"I'll pass the ball to you, and I hope you can score!"
Shinomiya Tano is not a man without temper. After all, he is just a teenager who has just entered junior high school. How could he not react when someone said that to him
You want a ball? Here you go!
"Hey, then you don't have to worry about it, I will..." The player was about to say something when he heard the coach of Dongda yelling, "Enough!"
"Shut up, everyone!"
"Onodera, you don't have to go on stage! Itama, get ready to go on stage!"
Onodera is the name of the player who was talking to Shimono, and Itama is a substitute at the First Affiliated Middle School of the University of Tokyo. Faced with this conflict, the coach of the First Affiliated Middle School of the University of Tokyo was quite decisive. He could not resolve the conflict immediately, but he could resolve the person who caused the conflict.
Compared to the value of Shinomiya, Onodera's value can be discarded. Even though the coach of the Tokyo University Affiliated First Middle School knew that Shinomiya's previous few balls had better handling methods.
"Tsk! How can we possibly win with a team like this? I won't fight anymore!"
"Would you like to run back and forth on the court with me? This is not the basketball I want!"
Onodera, whose name was called, sneered, walked straight back to the rest area, took off his team uniform and threw it on the bench, then quickly packed up his things, and in front of everyone's eyes, he just left... left!
Seeing this scene, the coach of Dongda Affiliated No. 1 Middle School did not say much. His expression darkened and he wanted to continue arranging the defense, but at this moment, the referee's whistle sounded and the timeout was over.
The coach of Dongda Affiliated No. 1 Middle School opened his mouth, but finally sighed and walked back to the rest area silently.
After this small change, although the other players of the No. 1 Affiliated Middle School of the University of Tokyo did not say anything on the surface, the way they looked at Shigong Tianye had an inexplicable meaning.
This made Shinomiya Tano feel strongly excluded, and his teammates did not seem to welcome him.
After a short timeout, the players from both teams returned to the court. Even from a distance, Jinguji Budou could feel the strange feeling emanating from the opposing players.
"What's wrong? After a timeout, their players seem to have lost their will to fight."
"Even that Shinomiya field feels different."
Wu Dao stood outside the three-point line, wondering in his heart while silently guarding his position.
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